Stolen Touches Novels & Stories

he uttered as he fingered her even faster. Tears came out of Stella's eyes, no one had ever touched her this way not even her own boyfriend Charles and now here is this man that she hardly knows, fingering the hell out of her, all Stella could feel was nothing but pains and deep down, she was already holding a grudge against him.

I fought against my restraints, desperate to speak, to warn him about Rosemary, but only muffled cries escaped. Bradley's voice, icy and detached, floated from the speakers, "Fond of thievery, are you? Let's see how you fare without the use of your hands." With a casual flick of his finger, two shadows stepped forward: one pinning my hand, the other brandishing a three-inch nail and a hammer. I knew what was coming. I thrashed wildly, shaking my head at Bradley's image, but my pleas were silent. Helplessly, I watched as the nail approached, piercing my skin and burrowing into the nail bed.

“Stealing from billionaires and now getting double-stuffed like a cheap fucktoy. Does it feel good, Ava? Being ruined by the men you tried to rob?” “Yes— oh god— yes, Sir!” I sobbed, pleasure and pain twisting together until I couldn’t tell them apart. Kade reached down and rubbed my clit in fast, merciless circles while they destroyed both my holes. “You don’t get to come until we say. Hold it.” I was shaking, right on the edge, tears streaming down my face. Their cocks rubbed against each other through the thin wall separating them, making everything feel impossibly tighter. Kai leaned over me, biting down on my nipple hard. “Beg us to let you come while we’re balls deep in your stolen hol

We moved closer during a playful splash fight, our bodies brushing accidentally at first. Then it happened. We wrestled lightly in the deeper end, my hands on her waist as I pretended to dunk her. In the struggle, my palm slid up deliberately, grazing across her breast. My fingers brushed directly over her hardened nipple, feeling it pebble even more under my touch through the thin cloth. Stella let out a soft, involuntary moan that shot straight to my groin. Mhhmm…Her eyes widened in surprise and something deeper, arousal flickering there before she could mask it.

To my disbelief, he nodded eagerly and spoke into the phone. "Janice, don't be angry. Don't waste your breath arguing with this stubborn girl. I'll handle it. She's my daughter. She can't possibly defy me." The last shred of hope inside me shattered. I hung up, then immediately called the travel agency. "Hello. My name is Elise Whitmore. I'm the prize winner. My ID number is... "My redemption code was stolen. I want the prize frozen immediately." The customer service representative remained polite. "Certainly, Ms. Whitmore. We've verified your prize information.

The noise stopped in my head but one question popped up, why did the girl sit behind me where there were so many vacant chairs inside? The question faded when I realized that was not my concern. So, I went back to reading until such time I finished doing my research. When I was done, I gathered all the books I took, I even fixed my jacket. When I was about to bring them back to the shelves, I stood up and carried them when accidently, the girl and I bumped to each other. So, technically, he touched me, I touched her. Due to excessive fear combined with surprise, I froze like I was under a spell wherein I was motionless. I could not even breathe; the fact that we touched each other, for sure,

There’s no hurry, no violence, just the slow thaw of two animals circling the same spot in the dirt, trying to decide if they want to fight or fuck or just curl up and keep each other from freezing to death. His hands come up, tentative at first, then stronger as they bracket my hips. I shuck my sweater, let it fall to the floor, and his gaze skates over my body like he’s seeing it for the first time. He runs a thumb along the line of my rib, catching on a scar, and he traces it as if he could erase the memory just by touching it enough. I slip my hand between his legs. He’s already hard, but there’s a reluctance in his body, like he’s bracing for pain instead of pleasure.

“Don’t touch it!” Rachel and Corvina come closer and Corvina inspects the shield carefully as she gasps. “This isn’t mine.” “What do you mean?” I ask her, dread rising in my body. She just shakes her head, not answering my question as she walks away, dragging me with her. “We have to go back.” We have just made a few steps as a swoosh pierces the air, and Corvina screams in pain, letting go of me. I watch her stumble back with an arrow in her arm as I get pulled back just in time by Rachel as another buzzing, transparent net dashes out of the dirty ground, separating us from Corvina. “What the fuck?”

I saw one of them go down on her knees on the stage and part her legs to let the crowd have a glance at her honey pot. The crows erupted in chaos and everyone turned towards her. I saw some men lean down to touch it but she wouldn't let them. She was displaying a ‘see but not touch’ stripping. She would let them have a vivid sight of what they desired, but wouldn't let them get up close. “Casper!” A voice suddenly rang in the air, cutting the replayed scenes off. I looked up, and my heart sank when a blonde-haired girl bent down and slammed her lips on Casper's lips.

I froze near the elevator when a familiar voice called my name. “Mrs. Robinson?” Sebastian Cross. His brow was furrowed, briefcase in hand. “Are you okay?” I swiveled toward him, suddenly unsteady, words spilling before I could contain them. “He touched me,” I blurted, my voice tight and raw. “Inappropriately. The director. He-he touched my arm, lingered,” My chest rose and fell sharply, sweat beading at my forehead. Sebastian’s expression hardened instantly. Rage, controlled but unmistakable, flared behind his calm demeanor.